And though he be like sunbeam
me fading shadow and
shatter me with tight light of
new star firing when he
flare against the head of
my nature's rapture
and I be slain, a doe at his feet
and though he be as the moon
filtering silver madness
upon my nakedness,
and he is the mist
risen from the marsh
licking up my center
until I shudder to purrs,
I release.
Never had nothing but
an open hand for love.
For thou art the rain
sprinkling upon my fevered flesh
I am forest charred by
a husband's cursing,
and with your drizzled kisses blessed.
Thy cool lips soothe my aching;
thus, I rise for thee,
masterful morning shower,
I come green with each
thrust of drop sinking
into my valleys,
I come green until
my wildflowers bloom
with your pleasure.
I could've mimicked the ruse
with glibness and armored up with
Yes, I have nothing to say,
Baby, go your way,
Come what may,
God bless you
and your little dog too.
But I'll stay true to hues of me,
and he be sunbeam,
shattering me with tight light.